you sure did, gorgeous. it's okay. i've done worse. and i can definitely get you a super swank vip lounge. i know the owner.
It's fine. Me and the girls are just going to have fun on the dance floor.
well, you know what they say.
I know, best way to get over a guy is to get under another one, blah blah.
just saying, gorgeous. i'm always willing.
I put my phone back in my small clutch purse, not bothering to respond. Cameron may have been a manwhore, but he wasn't a bad guy.
The three of us got drinks and headed out to the dance floor. I decided to partially take Cameron's advice and picked out a few hot guys to grind against, moving on whenever one of them got too frisky.
Halfway through the night I felt hands on my hips as another guy came up behind me. He kept a respectable distance, so I let him dance with me for a few minutes. He smelled good. Familiar, with hints of leather and something spicy.
It didn't hit me until soft lips touched my ear.
"I thought this was supposed to be like having sex on the dance floor."
I whirled around to find myself in Noah's arms. I jerked back in surprise. He kept his hands on my hips, pulling me close. The flashing strobe lights of the club lit up his features, turning his dark eyes bright, highlighting his cheekbones. Messy dark hair fell over his forehead. I resisted the urge to smooth it back.
I'd spent a week trying to remind myself why this man was no good for me. Trying to remind myself that he could tear me apart with his words just as easily as his lyrics healed me years ago.
One look, one touch, and I was close to forgetting all my resolve.
I finally managed to find my voice. "I thought you didn't dance."
Noah hugged me closer. "I can make an exception. For you."
"What are you doing here, Noah?" I murmured.
He scanned the crowd. "Can we not do this here?"
"I don't even know what 'this' is."
His eyes burned into mine. "I want to apologize."
My heart started beating faster. I tried not to react, showing no emotion.
"Can we step outside for a few minutes?" Noah took my hand and tugged me off the dance floor before I could answer. I let him drag me out one of the side doors and into a back alley. The door closed behind us, leaving the two of us alone in silence.
I tugged out of his grip and crossed my arms. "My previous stance still stands."
"What?"
"I'm not fucking you in a crack alley."
Noah looked taken aback for a moment. "No. That's not why we're here."
"Good. Because I'm mad at you and I don't do angry break up sex."
He seemed to almost smile, before his lips turned down in remorse. "I'm sorry."
"For which thing? There's a lot you need to apologize for."
"All of it. I did some shitty stuff. I said even shittier things."
"You did."
